When I saw the leading boy among the Japanese group.

The faces of many Chinese art masters behind Wu Wenshan changed suddenly, and then they all exclaimed.

"It turned out to be him, Sato Seiichi, when did he come to my country?!!"

Even Wu Wenshan's eyes were fixed.

"Sato Yoichi Sato, it's Sato Yoichi, Oh my God!"

Some of the onlookers recognized them one after another, and couldn't help but scream in disbelief.

Even Cang Shuxue is no exception.

The little fat man behind Li Yongmin couldn't help asking, "Teacher Cang, who is this Sato Seiichi?"

Ye Chen and Li Yongmin looked at Cang Shuxue together.

Cang Shuxue took a deep breath and looked at the young man from Japan with beautiful eyes: "Sato Seiichi is the youngest genius painter in Japan. It is rumored that he learned painting at the age of four and understood the painting at the age of eight. His works caused a sensation in Japan at the age of ten."

"It is said that when this young man was eleven years old, he challenged Ishikawa Ichiro, the painting saint of the East Kingdom at that time, and later..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly paused, her face pale.

The little fat man rolled his eyes: "What happened later? Teacher Cang, do you say, are you going to rush us to death?"

"It is rumored that this young man later made a picture of the hell of our country during the competition. The painting saint Ishikawa Ichiro could not extricate himself after just a glance."

Cang Shuxue paused and said with a pretty face unnatural: "When everyone found something was wrong, they stepped forward and tried to awaken Ishikawa Ichiro, but found that Ishikawa Ichiro had already died... and died!"

Her voice was neither loud nor small, but she reached a corner of the competition hall without falling. Everyone couldn't help but feel creepy after hearing this.

"I took a look at his painting and died? It's impossible!"

"It's true. A friend of mine in Japan also mentioned this to me. Later, Sato Seiichi became the youngest painting saint in Japan. It is said that the paintings he made can make people hallucinate."

A woman in luxury dress stuttered.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Sato Seiichi, as if they were unbelievable, with a strong look of fear in their eyes.

Now Master Wu has met his opponent!

at the same time.

A young man in suit slowly walked out from behind Sato Seok.

The other party nodded and saluted everyone politely, and then looked at Wu Wenshan and said in the purest Chinese: "Kahiko Inoue has seen Master Wu, the Saint of Chinese Painting."

"Mr. Inoue brings people to find me today. What is my intention?" Wu Wenshan looked at him expressionlessly, and to be precise, he looked directly at Sato Seiichi behind him.

Kazuhiko Inoue smiled gently and said, "The person behind Inoue is Mr. Sato, a new generation of painting saint in Japan. Mr. Sato has long heard of the name of Master Wu, the Chinese painting saint in China, so he traveled across the ocean to go to China in person, just to communicate with Master Wu about painting."

This person is very eloquent. He obviously came to smash the situation and divided the difference, but when he came to his mouth, he turned into a painting exchange.

"presumptuous!"

Before Wu Wenshan could speak, an old man behind him stood up and scolded, "Mr. Inoue, who do you think of our Master Wu as? Can you challenge it at will?"

"No, you can challenge it. You have to say it in advance. We will confirm the competition date before the competition is held. How can you be so reckless? You are worthy of being a barbarian country!"

Another person refused.

These people are all bigwigs in the art world in Jinling. The purpose of the challenge is simply that it will come too suddenly. Wu Wenshan is not mentally prepared. If one does not perform well, it will cost the face of China.

After all, the other party defeated a painting saint!

"But our group's visa is about to expire, and we will have to return to China tomorrow morning at the latest. I wonder if Master Wu has time today?" Kazuhiko Inoue frowned.

"No, get out of here quickly and ask to kill you!"

Many onlookers cursed.

Kazuhiko Inoue's face looked a little ugly. After turning around and talking to Sato Seiichi behind him, he saw the young Sato Seiichi Sato Seiichi led everyone outside, as if he was planning to leave.

When he reached the door, Sato Seijiu stopped, looked back at Wu Wenshan and others, grinned and showed a disdainful smile: "Chinese people are all losers who dare not respond!"

In the silence, he even gave a few provocative thumbs up.

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the scene was in an uproar. Countless people rolled up their sleeves and wanted to rush up to stop them, and they kept throwing things at Inoue Kazuhiko and others.

Not only was Sato Seiichi was not afraid, but he became more and more disdainful!

"Slow down!"

Wu Wenshanmu, who had been silent, said loudly: "Since you want to fight, then fight. I accept your challenge!"

Although he was afraid of Seki Kato and did not want to go out to fight!

But he had to go out to fight!

Because he knew that if he had left this group of people from Japan, the negative news that his painting saint Wu Wenshan would not dare to take on the battle soon, and even rose to the issue of national dignity.

"very good!"

Sato Seiichi smiled.

Next, the staff of the Jinling Art Museum discussed with Kazuhiko Inoue and others and unanimously decided to place the competition location in a wetland park opposite the Jinling Art Museum.

More than half an hour later.

Almost everyone gathered in the wetland park. Looking around, hundreds of people actually caused a crowded scene.

Sato Seiichi and Wu Wenshan stood one after another on an open space in the wetland park. There was an artificial lake beside them. It was autumn and winter, and the lake water was cold and motionless, as if it was stagnant.

"Two, who will come first?"

Several art masters in Jinling, who were temporarily selected as judges, looked at each other and then asked.

Just as Wu Wenshan was about to speak, he saw Kazuhiko Inoue step forward and said first: "Mr. Sato felt deeply guilty for suddenly visiting Master Wu. In order to express his apology, he decided to come first!"

After speaking, he clapped his hands. Two men from Japan opened their backpacks and took out a wide and long canvas from it. They each grabbed one end of the canvas and opened the blank canvas, like a white wall.

After all preparations are completed.

Sato Seok took a step forward, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At the same time, he picked up his brush and kept singing on the canvas, his movements were like flowing water.

The whole scene was silent.

Everyone stared at all with their eyes widened and paid close attention to all of this, for fear of missing any details. Even so, their minds couldn't help but be excited.

"He actually closed his eyes and painted!"

"My God, how is this possible? Close your eyes and you can't see anything. What if you draw the wrong one?"

Many people exclaimed secretly.

Their eyes looked at Sato again became unusual.
Chapter completed!